A Quiet Place

In which I share two not-so-guilty pleasures.

Any one who has read this blog over the past twelve years knows that I have a fondness for visiting cemeteries. Not through any sense of the macabre or romantic fatalism but because they are often lovely spots of quiet in the middle of madness. They may be a hidden away in a overgrown woods (I’ve been sitting on those photos of the Yankee Hill Cemetery for too long now) or beside a small country church. Where ever they are they reflect the stories of a place, a time, and the lives, and deaths, of people.

I also love to travel both in reality and as an armchair passenger. And one of my favourite guides should it be the latter mode is my dear David over at I’ll Think of Something Later. It seems that David is forever on the go – either at home in London or in wonderful exotic places in Europe. Where ever his wandering takes him he manages to take me along with his wonderful photo essays. This past week I was able to travel with David as he took a walk through the Brompton Cemetery near his home in “West Ken”.

I thought I’d like to share that walk with my readers and a left click on the detail from Charles Booth’s 1889 Poverty map of London will allow you to join us.

We were fortunate that on our last trip to London back in 2016 – has it really been that long? – to be able to have brunch with David and J, his diplomate husband. Then we spent the afternoon wandering through Chelsea with David with our final destination the beautiful Chelsea Physic Garden – a true “hidden gem” in the heart of the city. I wrote about our visit and posted a slideshow of the pleasures of the Garden in the late fall. I made a vow then to return to see it at other times of the year and I really should fulfill it. And besides that would give me the chance to wander with David in real time.

On this day in 1907: The Mud March is the first large procession organised by the National Union of Women’s Suffrage Societies (NUWSS).

Author: Willym

A senior with the heart of a young'un

5 thoughts on “A Quiet Place”

  1. Many thanks, Will. Of course if you’d dined with us at home we could have walked all the way to the Chelsea Physic Garden via the cemetery – but we lunched at Apero in South Ken. All those routes through whichever streets and squares of Chelsea and Kensington are fascinating. Of course ‘taking a walk’ might imply I was joining the cruisers – it’s very much a through-way for me, in this case on my way to Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, where I shall return on Tuesday for my operation (hurrah – the end of three weeks of stent misery).

  2. I, of course being the innocent that I am, hadn’t even thought of it that way!!!!! Hope all goes well Tuesday just glad that the wait wasn’t too long. Big hugs.

  3. It’s been a while now since a paper ran the headline ‘Gay Orgy in Brompton Cemetery’. Now the cruising just goes on discreetly alongside the increasing number of people who use the route as a thoroughfare, which is all to the good.

  4. Awww, there are just so many smart ass comments I could make but they don’t fit with what you are saying.
    I find it interesting, the stories old cemeteries tell us through the headstones.

  5. When we are kids we were appalled to learn our parents sometimes went on dates t0 – gasp! – the cemeteries? They worked on Mackinac Island where there are amazing plots of great history (we learned later) At the time we thought them Addams types.

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